Thursday, July 24, 2008


3 comments:

Leroy said...

Ahhh...you went to the track to see those gorgeous horses. I began my sterling arc in the labor market there: selling popcorn and sauerkraut hotdogs (sold one to Vince Van Patten at the height of his bionic boy, tennis, and battle-of-network-stars fame); I cleared the trackside breakfast plates from the Eurythmics' table (while still 1.5 sheets-to-the-wind from an all night ramble on caroline street, w/the rest of the b-fast crew), during Annie's glorious sweet-dreams-orange-hair phase; rec'd my first workplace injury when I poured boiling hot fudge onto my thumb at the ice cream stand (Ouch); Mastered the complex geometry of parking as many cars as possible on various, newly entrepreneurial, lawns on Nelson Ave.
Good ole Saratoga Race Track....

inkysocks said...

i think i should be saving every saratoga scrap you send me for your masterpiece memoir. i want to read a book that opens just this way.

Leroy said...

Deal.
Forthcoming....(thank you)